He can’t believe this. “These weren’t meant to be seen.”
“Oh?” Lou’s voice sounds tight, strained, as if he’s holding back emotions Johnny can only guess must be whirling inside him. “You take a picture with a camera, Johnny, and it’s going to get back to someone somewhere.”
Johnny shakes his head in disbelief. “We were just playing around. It was Brett’s personal camera—”
“What the hell does that mean?” Lou leans back against his desk, arms crossed before his chest, and glares at Johnny as if he could burn those pictures and the boy in front of him with that evil eye alone. “The man’s a professional photographer, kid. He does this for a living. There’s nothing personalabout it.”
You’re wrong.Johnny shuffles the papers together, placing the ones with him naked in between the ones with Brett so no one sees them. He feels violated, used, exposed.“How did you get these?” he wants to know.
“Sam’s girl.”